“Did you know I took the bus today?”
“I’m not a stalker, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that you somehow showed up on the one day I decided to try public transportation and now here you are worried about my safety, like you know something I don’t.”
“I know I work with the dating market and have for years. That means I know how guys, and women, think about certain things.”
“And that means I need a protector?”
He downshifts again, taking a corner quickly but safely. It’s exhilarating riding in a car that hugs the turns like this and I have to admit it, and his act of valor, has me feeling pretty breathless right about now. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, and judging from how my panties feel right about now, that’s not the only part of my body he’s got reacting in a very serious way.
“You placed that paper I signed in your bag, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because that’s a binding employment contract until we get a formal one written up.”
“Okay. What does that have to do with anything?”
“I’ll share a company secret with you right now. Your brother, who you know is our CIO, wrote an algorithm that pulls info from people’s social media profiles and decides whether or not they receive matches. By law we can’t discriminate, even when someone has history of violence towards women,” he says, his fingers gripping the leather wrap around the steering wheel so tight it seems to almost twist under the pressure. “But we can decide who’s profiles they get to see. So we show them fake profiles we’ve set up and of course, they receive no replies and cancel their subscription.”
“Isn’t that illegal?”
“No, and for those people we donate their subscription cost, which is rarely more than a month, to charities that help with women who have been victims of domestic abuse. That’s another of the reasons I sought you out. I want to figure out if there’s a way we can get more aggressive in our contributions.”
“But isn’t it illegal to pull their social media information? That doesn’t sound right. It sounds like some sort of Cambridge Analytica situation, part two.”
“No, because Cambridge Analytica, and other companies had back door deals with Facebook, not to mention Facebook was basically selling their users information. Your brother built a program that pulls publicly available information and cross references it to offender databases, police reports, and other publicly available information such as home ownership, rental history, types of cars.”
“Home ownership? What would that have to do with anything?”
“If a guy is single and fifty years old but somehow always manages to rent apartments, or even buys homes, close to high schools or places where young people frequent, that’s a huge red flag for our company.”
My stomach turns at the thought.
“I’m sorry. It’s not something pleasant to think about and I shouldn’t have burdened you with it.” His hand comes off the stick shift and finds my knee.
I jerk at his touch, but not in a bad way. He slowly moves his hand away and back to the stick shift, and immediately I feel the void, wanting him to touch me again.
“If you work with me, which you now do, then there are no secrets. You need to know how all parts of what we do functions, so we can be the best we can be. And I only hire the best, which is why I came to see you today.”
“You came to see me about a tax return.”
“Initially, yes. And that’s the truth, but something happened on my drive over this morning.”
“Which was?”
“It seems your boss has used our service before. He initially wasn’t flagged as a problem case, or an agitator or harasser, but what I didn’t know until I was on my way over was that he had a second account, under a fake name, which he ran very aggressively. He’d been recently banned.”
“Mr. Jones had two accounts on Italian Introductions?”
“Maybe more. Two from the same IP and device that we’ve managed to locate so far. And both accounts had a similar tone of voice, just one much more aggressive than the other. The word choice and sentence structure match though, so if he tries to cause you any problems in the future I can cause him a lot more.”
“Can’t you report him?”
“Technically he hasn’t done anything illegal yet, so no. All we can do is ban him, or show him empty profiles and hope he’ll give up on our service. That’s the best option. But we’re also working on an advance algorithm that follows these guys around the Internet to see what else they’re up to. We’ve already been in touch with San Diego P.D. and they were on board immediately.”
I am completely blown away. I thought this was just a dating service and here to find out there are so many levels to it. The best part is these levels didn’t really have to be put in place, and they probably cost Valentino a lot of money to implement and run, at least at first. My brother has never talked about this and suddenly I feel a real sense of pride about what the two of them are doing.
“So that’s why I need someone to watch out for my safety?”
“Every woman does these days.”
“Well, I don’t have anybody at the moment…unless you know of someone,” I defend.
I watch as his eyes narrow and his vision stays focused on the road as we slow for a light.
His head turns slowly to meet my gaze. His hand reaches out and grabs me by the wrist. I tense my forearm, but don’t struggle to get away. “I don’t know what kind of boys you’re used to dealing with at college, but you need to recognize you’re talking to a man now, a real man,” he warns, his voice dropping even lower than normal.
I feel my back straighten and a sense of fear mixed with need…a very primal need and want, to slide over into his seat right now.
I bet I could hike up my dress, pull that cock of his that is currently raging through his trousers, and ride him to completion before the light turned green.
“You’re mouth just might be writing checks that you can’t cash.”
“I’m just saying that—”
“Be careful what you say, especially around me…or else that mouth of yours might get you into a lot of trouble, little girl.”
His hand rolls my wrist over in his grip and he places his thumb right on my pulse point, eliciting a rumble from his chest and a clenching of my cunt.
Oh how I wish his dick was inside me right now, and my pussy was squeezing the life out of his rod, milking him for every drop as he filled me with his seed.
The blue of his eyes seems to almost go a shade darker as he stares at me. His pupils dilate and I can hear him breathing in and out hard for the first time.
I don’t know who’s more fired up, him or me.
“You told me I need someone to watch out for me and I’m asking you to tell me who that might be. Don’t tell me what I need if you don’t have a solution for the problem you perceive me to have.”
He stares at me for a long second, knowing I can give just as good as he can. I may not have a lot of experience with men, but I’m not going to let that slow me down, especially right now. He’s already seen the stunt my boss tried to pull and the last thing I want to appear is weak, even though my knees are exactly that right now. I feel them pounding into each other.
“My mouth might get you into more trouble than me, just so you know.” I say.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, plus we have to share a working environment now and I’m not about to pull you out of a bad one only to put you into another one.”
“Who says it would be bad?” I feel his grip tighten on my wrist to the point it’s almost too hard, but damn do I like it. I like that I can verbally spar with him and not only watch, but feel the effect my words have on him. “Maybe a change in location would result in a change in reception to a boss’s advances.”
“This isn’t an advance, it’s so much m—…it’s—“
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The horn of the car behind us wails and he doesn’t even look away.
His hand leaves mine slowly, taking the stick shift as we pull forward from the light, his head not even turning forward until we’re halfway into the intersection. It’s sexy as hell, and technically not dangerous either. There are no crosswalks in this area, and I just made it very clear he won’t be walking all over me anytime soon.
Game on.
CHAPTER 9
Valentino
I hold the door open to my office so she can walk through.
It takes the willpower of a thousand Buddhist monks not to check out her perfect globes sticking out from underneath that miniskirt as she walks through.
I fail.
My eyes rake across not only her rotund booty, but the entirety of her back, including her calves, which are accentuated by her heels. Damn, the thought of her naked, bent over my desk, flashes in my mind again…naked, but she can leave those shoes on.
They represent power and they’re strong, just like her and her inability to back down during the ride over.
I’ve never been challenged by a woman before, not like this, and I’ve never been as hard before either.
My dick is thumping against the side of my leg and I don’t even care. The beast inside of me wants out.
I step through the door, as it shuts behind us.
Bamber barely looks up from her phone before I excuse her for the day. She’ll be halfway to the nail salon before Valentina and I even reach my office.
Good.
But we’re not going to my office.
I walk into the office next to mine, the one her brother used to sit in before he decided to spend most of his time working from home, or abroad. The man is damn good at what he does, and with skills like his, friend or not, he’s more than earned the right to be anywhere in the world he wants as long as he gets his work done.
I’m the face of the company, so I have to be here. But right now I want to have her face the wall while I take her from behind. Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about this fantasy.
“Is this my new office?”
“All yours.”
“And you really have that much tax and accounting work for me to do on a daily basis?”
“Enough, but wouldn’t you rather explore other areas of the business too…expand your professional knowledge.”
“As a CPA—“
“You can make about two hundred or three hundred grand, tops. As a business owner, or partner in a franchised dating service you can make those numbers look like child’s play.”
“Franchised?”
“That’s why we need more tax knowledge. As we expand into other states there are different reporting requirements, and as we expand into other countries even more.”
“Other countries?”
“We are called Italian Introductions.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?” I say as she steps in closer.
“How come you haven’t had an introduction to someone special…yet?”
My gaze drops from her eyes to that shit eating grin that overtakes her mouth just before she sticks her hand into my suit and palms my Zegna tie.
I’m expecting her to pull it out, and then to pull out something else, but instead she simply rotates it. “It was crooked,” she whispers.
“You’re crooked.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she says, taking two big steps back and feigning innocence. Her hands find the desk behind her, the one she’ll be working at…teasing and tormenting me each day just by being here. The location where she’ll sit, her perfume coming through the hallway and into my office, making me hard as a fucking rock all day long.
“This game you’re playing.”
“What game am I playing…boss?”
“So now I’m your boss again, huh? That’s how you want it?”
“Oh, I want it all right.”
My heart is thundering, my cock jerking like a madman. The fucker is so hard that it hurts, finding the underside of my zipper, even with the modal cotton fabric of the underwear between it’s too much to take.
“You want to know why your boss hasn’t gotten matched up yet?”
“I’m dying to know,” she demands, one eyebrow raising.
I swallow hard, trying to resist this. Not now. Not so fast. Not like this.
She deserves better. She deserves more. But how can I contain myself when what I want more than anything in this world is just a few feet in front of me giving me a big green light and the engine that is revving in my chest wants to come flying out of the starting gate?”
“You’re supposed to be working right now.”
“Then why don’t you give me…an order?” Her legs open wider, but she shows me nothing, nothing but the promise that she’s not here to play kid games and tease me. She wants this just as much as I do.
“You said I need a protector,” she pauses, lowering her voice, “why don’t you show me what I need protecting from?”
“Oh you need protecting all right, because there’s a big, bad wolf in the room and little red riding hood is about to get swallowed alive…whole.”
“I’m still waiting.”
“And I’m waiting, for you to turn the fuck around, place your one hand on the desk and hike your skirt up with your other.”
Fuck! What am I doing?
“Yes, boss,” she says and I swear I could come in my trousers right now like a high school boy. But there’s no way I’m wasting good seed. It deserves to be in her, especially the load my body has been making since my release yesterday. I damn near emptied my balls again this morning, but managed to avoid it. How? I have no idea.
But I do know one thing. Once I see that pussy I’m going balls deep and claiming that little tight pussy of hers forever, my relationship with her brother be damned.
She pauses for a moment, biting down on her lower lip like a Lolita before turning around and slapping her left hand down on the top of the desk hard, the sound echoing through the room.
Once she turns, sticking her ass out at me, I feel my breathing accelerate like I’m running on a treadmill inside a sauna. While looking back over her shoulder she grabs the bottom of that skirt, and pulls it up.
I grit my teeth at the sight of her lacy white thong, splitting those perfect globes. If it were any thinner I’d see her butthole, and then I’d be totally lost as to which hole I’d be claiming first.
Focus, Valentino. Focus.
I reach down and palm my dick through my trousers, as she arches her back even more, putting her pussy lips on display, the thong running right down the middle, covering her hole.
I groan as my abs tighten and my pelvis tilts forward, my primal need telling me it’s time to thrust.
Stepping forward I breathe heavily through my nose as my shoulders sway more than normal. I unbutton the single button I’ve buttoned on my suit coat and toss it to the side, not caring about the cost, chipping a button, or anything that has to do with my clothes right now…except getting out of them as quickly as fucking possible.
I keep my eyes locked on hers and as I slide in right behind her I cup one cheek, feeling it flex in my grip.
I take my Valentino shoe and tap the inside of one of her heels, causing her legs to spread wider as I get in even closer, grinding my dick, through my trousers, right in-between her slit.
She moans and my dick flexes up, trying to free itself and enter her body…anywhere at this point.
“You sure you’re ready for this?”
“I’ve been waiting for longer than you’ll ever know.”
“You were always mine and you knew it.”
“Yes,” she agrees immediately.
My chest swells with almost as much pride as the blood that’s caused my dick to swell to a length and girth that only her body can demand of me.
I grab her ass harder, before pulling my hand back and then bringing it forward, but damn she’s
braced herself with her hands and she takes my slap like a champ.
“I know you want to slap me harder…and I want that too.”
I waste no time fulfilling the need that’s grown in both of us.
I lean forward, pressing my chest into her back. “Is that the only place you want me to put my hands on you?” I ask quietly into her ear, just before I take her lobe in my mouth.
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